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" You can see the fireworks from here!" I see them on the balcony " oh so that's where they are" " ðð¢ðŠðŠð¢ð?....." ð ð¬ðð ð¡ðð« ð¬ððð§ð ðšð§ ðð¡ð ð«ðð¢ð¥ ðšð ðð¡ð ððð¥ððšð§ð²....... ð°ð¡ðð ðð«ð ðð¡ðð² ððšð¢ð§ð ?..... " ððð²! ðð¢ðŠðŠð¢ð..... Timmie....... ððð ! " ð ð²ðð¥ð¥ ðð¡ðð²'ð«ð ð ðšð§ð§ð ð£ð®ðŠð©....... " ðððð ðð ðð!" ð¢ ð²ðð¥ð¥ ð ð¬ðð ð¡ðð« ð¡ððð«ð¢ð§ð ðð¢ðð¬ ð¢ð§ ð¡ðð« ð¡ðð§ð...... ðð¡ðð² ððð§ð ð¡ððð« ðŠð.... " please no..." "TIMMIE!" --------â¢â¢â¢-------â¢â¢â¢--------â¢â¢â¢----- (Bnha or mha dose not belong to me ) â ïžWarning â ïž: Gore , Language, suicide , self harm , depression , smut , NFSW , drugs , Abuse This is my first story in here =w= It's about my oc's life and I have another story about her but different because it was made like a million years ago! And it's on Quotev. It's called " The fear in her eyes " but it's in x reader form ^^ so if you want you can read it Okie bai Started: Jan 17 2021 Ended : August 27 2021Concluida
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[EDITED] Yððð«ð¬ ðð ðš ðð¡ð ð°ðšð«ð¥ð ð°ðð¬ ððšðŠð¢ð§ðððð ðð² ð ð¡ðšð®ð¥ð¬, ð®ð§ðð¢ð¥ ð ðð¡ð¢ð¥ð ððšð«ð§ ð¢ð§ ð«ððð¢ððð¢ð§ð ð¥ð¢ð ð¡ð ðð«ðšð®ð ð¡ð ðð¡ð ððð°ð§ ðšð ð ð§ðð° ðð«ð. ðð¡ð ðð¢ðŠð ðšð ðªð®ð¢ð«ð€ð¬. ðð¬ ðð¡ð ð©ðð«ððð§ððð ð ðšð ðð¡ð ð©ðšð©ð®ð¥ððð¢ðšð§ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðªð®ð¢ð«ð€ð¬ ð ð«ðð° ðð§ð ððð«ðšð¬ ðð§ð ðð¢ð¥ð¥ðð¢ð§ð¬ ð°ðð«ð 'ððšð«ð§' ðð¡ðšð®ð¥ð¬ ð¬ððð«ðð ððš ðððð¥ð¢ð§ð. ððš ð°ð¡ðð ð¡ðð©ð©ðð§ð¬ ð°ð¡ðð§ ð ð¬ðšð¥ð¢ððð«ð² ðð¡ðšð®ð¥ ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð ððð§ðšð«ðŠðð¥ð¥ð² ð¡ð¢ð ð¡ ðŠðšð«ðð¥ð¢ðð² ð¢ð¬ ð©ð«ðð¬ðð§ððð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ðð¡ð ðð¡ðð§ðð ððš ððððð§ð ðð¡ð ð©ð«ðð¬ðð¢ð ð¢ðšð®ð¬ ðð ð¡ð¢ð ð¡ ðð§ð ððšð¥ð¥ðšð° ð¢ð§ ð¡ðð« ð¢ððšð¥ ðð¥ð¥ ðð¢ð ð¡ð'ð¬ ððšðšðð¬ððð©ð¬? ·:*ÂšàŒº àŒ»Âš*:·. "á¯áŒY áªO I á¯á©ááá© áá©á¯E áEOááªE? GOO᪠á«áEáTIOá. IT'á áOT áªIKE I Oá¯E YOá áŒáá°á©áá á©áYTáŒIáG, á©áªáª YOá áªI᪠á¯á©á KIáªáª Eá¯EáYOáE I áªOá¯E᪠á©á᪠áªEá°OáIáIáG á°Y ááEáIEá. áO á¯áŒEá IT áOá°Eá áªOá¯á TO IT, I ááááOáE I'á° GIá¯IáG á°YáEáªáŽ á© ááááOáE. TáŒá©T'á á©áªáª" ·:*ÂšàŒº
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i'm fed up of these "benjis pov" "time skip" fanfics and i just want to read a good story about them from someone who passed their english exams. won't be doing pov's it'll be from jorge's side but if you guys really want it i can do a one shot in between updates and stuff. anyways, official description is inside and lowercase is intentional. âšenjoyâšConcluida
Mr. Forgettable
I wanted to let go, wanted to jump. But when I felt my hand release the railing I had been holding so tight, my knuckles turned white, I felt a tender hand grasping mine. My eyes were closed and I was prepared to feel the water hit my body. It never happend. I opened my eyes and quickly turned around, only just realizing someone was holding my wrist with a firm grip. My eyes searched the ones of the other and when our eyes met, I cried. Beautiful green eyes stared right into my soul. They weren't just green eyes. They were all different shades of green. They were the most unique, promising, caring eyes that ever looked at me. They matched with his wavy, dark-green hair. The rest of his face was covered with a thousand freckles and a soft smile. "Are you lonely?" Hi, so I came up with this idea when I was listening to Mr. Forgettable from David Kushner. This story is kinda based on the song, but also not really. It's mostly my own imagination that comes free when I listen to it :). âŒïžBE PREPAREDâŒïž There is an TRAGIC ENDING. NO HAPPY ONE AND IM PROBABLY ALSO NOT GONNA WRITE AN HAPPY ONE (but maybe........ no (maybe) ) This story also includes; suicidal thoughts, self hate, swearing and mental issues, so read at your own risk. There will be warnings at the beginning of the chapters. Currently I'm planning on writing 3-5 chapters (It's a short story, I know :,) ), but maybe that'll change :)))))). Thank you for reading this little piece of bullshit and go read the story now :))) ~AshConcluida
C0K3D 7P
ALTERNATIVE ENDING FOR 230 x 124 SHIPPERS!!!!!!! btw i have no idea about their personality because i am not allowed to watch squid game BUT I STILL KNOW THAT BOTH ARE HIGH ON RANDOM DRUGS so yea. Here i am. One of the fucking fujioshis decided to actually write something. WELP ENJOY!! (simple description, might change) So, a few months later. After the damned Squid Game. Nam Gyu survived the šgameš, and got into a mental hospital because people discovered that he has PTSD, signs of depression and bipolar. (not to mention the other thingssss... Damn i love mentally ill characters <3 usually theyre more interesting lol anygays) There, he met some other people (probably also survived from the squid games? Ehh idk probably not) and yea... One day, a particular familiar person with cropped violet hair enters the mental ward, and Nam Gyu notices that this guy was his šdead friendš. Btw in this fic Nam Gyu actually cared about Thanos in the games, but it was a bit more like between OMGDAHHDKJHKLJH i like him hes only mine and CALM GIRL CALM ONLY HERE FOR THE DRUGS
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The In Between
*TRIGGER WARNINGS LISTED BELOW. Not a supernatural or paranormal story. Literally about smol beans.* Counseling. A week of counseling. Sure, there were 6 fights in a month, but Principal Evans just didn't understand. Riley wasn't the bully, they were. But they're nerds, and they don't seem like bullies. And of course, his home life is a mess; his mom's dead, and his dad walked out two years before his mom died. He lives with his little sister and his alcoholic grandmother. Things don't look very good for him. But then there's Cam. Cam is not the same, but he seems to understand a bit. And Riley seems to understand him. Maybe, just maybe, things can turn out okay. Trigger Warnings: ~References to self harm (cutting, specifically) ~References to abusive situations (verbally abusive parents and a physically abusive brother) ~Bullying (a character regularly gets picked on and beat up by a group of kids) ~Fight scenes (Fight scenes) I think that's it.Concluida
áŽÊɪs sáŽáŽÊÊ áŽ¡áŽs áŽÊɪɢɪɎáŽÊÊÊ áŽáŽÊáŽáŽáŽ áŽáŽ áŽÉŽ áŽÊ áŽáŽð¹ áŽáŽáŽ (@ áŽáŽsáŽáŽÊÉŽáŽáŽáŽ¡áŽÊáŽ) áŽÉŽáŽ ɪᎠᎠᎠáŽáŽÉªáŽ áŽáŽ áŽáŽ áŽáŽÊáŽáŽáŽ ɪᎠÊáŽÊᎠáŽs ᎡáŽÊÊ <ð¹ âââââââââââââââââââ ðð¡ðð§ ð ð¬ðŠðð¥ð¥ ð€ð¢ð ðð«ðšð®ð§ð ððð¢ð¬ð®ð€ð'ð¬ ðð ð ðŠðšð¯ðð¬ ð¢ð§ ð§ðð±ð ððšðšð«, ð¡ð ðð¢ð¬ððšð¯ðð«ð¬ ðð¡ðð ðð¡ð ðð¡ð«ð¢ð¥ð¥ ðšð ð©ð«ðšððððð¢ð§ð ð¬ðšðŠððšð§ð ð¢ð¬ ðð¥ðŠðšð¬ð ðð¬ ðððð¢ððð¢ð§ð ðð¬ ðð¢ð ð¡ðð¢ð§ð ð°ð¢ðð¡ ð¡ð¢ð¬ ððð«ð ð¡ðð§ðð¬. "ðððð ððð ðð, ð'ðð ððððð ð ðð ðð ð ððð ðððð, 'ððððð! ððð ðð ððððððð ð ðð ðððð ððððð ððððð ð'ðð ððð, ðð?" (ï¿ŒáŽÊ: áŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÉªáŽÊɪ ÊáŽáŽáŽáŽáŽs áŽÊɪÊᎠÊáŽáŽáŽ ÒÊɪáŽÉŽáŽ s ᎡɪáŽÊ áŽÊᎠÒáŽáŽÉŽáŽ ɪɎɢ áŽáŽáŽÊáŽÊs áŽÒ áŽáŽáŽáŽÉŽ áŽÉŽáŽ ÊɪᎠáŽs ÉŽáŽxᎠᎠáŽáŽÊ áŽáŽ ÊáŽáŽÉª.) âââââââââââââââââââ áŽÊ ᎠáŽÊɪáŽáŽs! x áŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÉªáŽÊɪ ÊáŽÉŽáŽÉ¢áŽáŽÉª áŽáŽÉªÉŽ: ÊáŽáŽÉª áŽáŽÉªsáŽáŽáŽ/ÊáŽÉŽáŽÉ¢áŽáŽÉª áŽáŽáŽáŽáŽÉªáŽÊɪ/sáŽÉŽáŽ áŽáŽÉŽáŽÉªÊáŽ
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